I do not understand what I am doing
what are we doing?
when does it start and stop mattering
because I cannot tell anymore
I feel like if I stumbled into a forest of redwoods
I would never come out
or maybe just never come out the same

I find more intimacy in fingers and toes
than I have ever found in lips
because fingers and toes have so much more responsibility
and my words usually come out wrong when I speak
but my fingers let my words think before they reach
you